From the corner of her eye, she saw Charles moving forward, but Michel stopped him with a raised hand.

Fanny's hand trembled around the gun, but her hand never slipped away. She just pulls the trigger. She wants to hurt him, just like he broke her.


Her gaze shifted to Michel for a second. His eyes were on hers, looking shocked but also proud.

And when she saw him smiling, she immediately relaxed. It was not a sweet smile. No, it was a promising smile about the dark. A cruel smile.

"You want to shoot him?" Michel asked, walking towards her.


His footsteps were deliberately slow. He looks strong and ruthless. Michel looks like his real leader.

He looks like the very monster he is described. The monster that everyone is afraid of.


Fanny nodded, keeping an eye on Mr. Aiden. Michel stopped beside her.

"You really want to do that?"

She nodded again. Yes, she really wanted to shoot him.

But now that the gun was in her hand, somehow she couldn't move.

Instead, Fanny suddenly froze, throat constricted, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Charles," Michel growled.

Charles looked at Michel before nodding. He untied Mr. Aiden and lifted him out of his chair.

Charles grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him across the floor toward Fanny.

Wiping her tears, she felt a sudden fear pass through her.

Charles kicked Mr. Aiden, making him kneel in front of her. Stiff, she instinctively took a step back, her back hitting her chest, knowing that it was Michel's chest.

Since when did he go behind her? Fanny took a deep breath and held the gun tighter. Her index finger was against the trigger, but she couldn't do it.

"Fanny, you don't have to do this," Michel whispered in her ear.

She shook her head frantically.

"No..." She answered painfully. "I want to come..."

He swore under his breath. "Okay. Only one shot, Fanny. That's all."

Her gut tightened as she stared at the bastard kneeling in front of her. Fanny knows that she holds all the power, but she can't do it.

"Michel..." She begged.

Sighing, he wrapped his arms around hers, causing them to hold guns together.

"I'll help you, Fanny..." His voice was gruff in her ear, almost impatient but full of arrogance.

The gun pointed at the kneecap of Mr. Aiden.

"One bullet, Fanny. But don't kill him. I'm not done with him."

When she didn't move, Michel urged her on.

"Just shoot."

Their fingers clung to the trigger.

Fanny's ears rang as she grimaced, closing her eyes. Mr. Aiden fell back onto the concrete and shouted so loudly it echoed throughout the basement.

Fanny's heart jumped while her breathing became harder. His screams of pain continued.

When she opened her eyes, she saw him writhing on the floor. Blood was everywhere, even on her skirt.

But before she knew what was going on, Michel was in front of her, taking the gun out of her hand and wrapping his arms around her.

Burying his face in his chest, Mr. Aiden was still screaming as he carried her out of the basement.

The door closed with a bang, making her flinch again. Sounds a lot like gunfire. Fanny cried into Michel's chest.

He smelled blood. He is covered by it. But so is she. The thought made her gape, trying to push her away from him.

She just shot someone.

How...?

Michel put his arm around her again.

"Don't pull me out."

"I hurt him." She whispered.

"I hurt him, Michel."

"I know. You were so brave in it. So beautiful. Like a revenge princess." He whispered.

"I'm amazed and so proud of you."

Fanny felt dizzy and sagged before Michel, all her energy abandoning her.

"I never wanted you to see him like this. I know you want to kill him. But you won't be able to live with it." Michel said, his voice low but full of understanding.

"Killing someone is never easy. It will haunt you forever. Your hands will always be stained with his blood. And I know you. Even though he deserves it, you won't be able to live with the fact that you took someone else's life." He continued.

With a sob, she hugged him tighter. He understands her. Of course, he understands her.

Michel can read her like an open book and after all that has happened, she sometimes feels like he knows her better than she knows herself.

"I don't want you to get your hands dirty as long as I live. Let me do this." Michel stopped and rubbed her cheek.

He tilted her head up, staring into her eyes. "Let me do that for you. Let me kill him for you."

Fanny swallowed but nodded. Bringing their lips together, they kissed. Gentle and gentle.

A contrast to what is happening around them. Pulling away, she placed her hand over his beating heart. It fits her own rhythm. They breathe together, their eyes never leaving each other.

"Make him pay, Michel. I want him to get hurt like he hurt me." She whispered. "Does that make me a bad person? When I want someone else to die?"

Michel shook his head. "Never. He deserves all he has and will get. By the time I'm done with him, he won't even be able to beg for his death."

Fanny wiped her tears. "I just want us to be safe from him."

"He'll never hurt you again," Michael promised.

They kissed again, their tongues dancing together. Michel locked lips deeper, pulling her closer to him.

"Upstairs for a hot shower. I'll come with you at night, okay?" Michel said, her eyes softening a little.

However, his face is not soft or gentle. It was the face of a man full of hatred and need to kill.

But Fanny has also learned to love this side of Michel. Lifting her toes, she placed another kiss on his lips.

"Do the worst, Michel."